"I know what Ye Shiyu is up to."
That night, in the villa's bathroom, Yan Huan took off his clothes, sat on a stool, and spoke softly.
Amid the thick steam, Meow was covered in foam from Yan Huan, like cloud patches in the night sky, clearly distinct.
"Glug glug~ Glug glug~"
It squinted its eyes and tilted its head back, enjoying Yan Huan's meticulous grooming and massage.
"Rustle... rustle..."
"A little lower, Meow, a little lower..."
Seeing it only enjoy the massage, Yan Huan's expression darkened, and he slapped its head.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, meow, yes, meow... Wait, what did you say, meow?"
Yan Huan was speechless, so he sat up straight and said,
"Ye Shiyu probably wants every Linmen person to have a Ye Zi... or even everyone in the world."
"Meow?!"
Meow widened its eyes, while Yan Huan continued,
"She thinks that only then will the index finger's predictions be 100% accurate..."
Hearing this, Meow tilted its head and asked,
